Your words, they sting, like knives they slice,
But in my heart, I\'ll pay the price.
For you, dear mumma, I wish nothing but the best,
May God fulfill your every request.
Your words, sharp and cutting, tear me apart,
But I\'ll endure the pain with a steadfast heart.
For your happiness, I\'ll bear any strain,
Even if it means my own life\'s bane.
\"Why are you still alive? Die already,\"
Your cruel words cut deep, leaving me unsteady.
But I forgive you, for I see your pain,
I know your happiness is what you aim to gain.
So, if my disappearance brings you peace,
I\'ll vanish into the shadows, my release.
May God grant you all that you seek,
Even if it means my voice grows weak.
I pray God fulfills your every wish, mumma,
Even if it means I fade into the night\'s hum.
For your joy, I\'ll depart with a smile so grand,
Knowing your happiness is all I demand.
~Cloie